Yavin IV
Mothma watched as Leia walked back and fourth. Her gaze never leaving the pacing General. The air was tense. Leia had no idea how to process this information. Ezra Bridger, the one that Sabine loved, was Mandalorian and was seemingly alive. "Uh. What is so wrong with us?" Mon Mothma sighed. Her gaze falling from Leia to the holotable. "We underestimate the enemy and those around us. But we have little to no information on this, Grand Admiral Doom, his species or world of origin."
Leia bit her lower lip. Her gaze falling upon the holotable. "We need to find someone who has this kind of information. Whoever this Doom is. He's already proven to be a formidable foe." Mothma closed her eyes. "Perhaps, perhaps not. But we need to deal with him if we're going to stand a chance."
Lothal
Doom stood in his office. The many images of the rebels, their backgrounds, history, and known acts surrounding him. His blue eyes analysing each bit of information. Along the shelfs of his office, stood many different objects. Closest to his desk, sat the helmet of Darth Revan. Close by, the blade that belonged to Darth Malgus stood.
Glancing down, Doom narrowed his eyes. His mind drifting back to his people, his empire. How they used fear to full effect. He thought about his brother. How both of them were unique. Closing his eyes, Doom's mind drifted towards his parents. His father, the pervious ruler of his kind. Killed by Jedi, a Mandalorian Jedi.
No matter how long he thought, Doom knew why he had joined the Empire. Vengeance, against both the Jedi and Thrawn. Doom felt a tint of anger rise up his spine. 'Mitth'raw'nuruodo. I nearly had you. Now, now any leverage I could've gained against the Chiss is gone. Damn you to the vast fringes of space Mandalorians' Doom shook his head. His eyes opening up wide.
"Admiral Pellaeon" Pellaeon froze. He should've been use to Doom mentioning him before he'd made himself known. "Grand Admiral. The Rebels managed to destroy the Tie Defender factory." Doom's gaze faltered. His sight turning to face Pellaeon. "I see, and what are your thoughts on the Rebel's tactics and strategies?"
Pellaeon bit his lower lip. His brown eyes glancing round the room. On the wall, the skeletal remains of an unknown species rested. Pellaeon knew it wasn't human. The lack of a nose and the way in which the skull was built displayed that. It's teeth were sharp. Nearby, a set of unknown armour rested. It was black in colour. But spiked. Almost organic in design. The shoulder pads appeared to have teeth hanging from them. Next to it, was a organic looking staff. Wood like texture lined the entire staff, one end became scythe like while the other end was like a spear.
Pellaeon's gaze soon fell upon the helmet on Doom's desk. Doom sat behind the desk, his gaze never leaving Pellaeon. "The Rebels are organised, built under strong leadership. But low in numbers." Doom smirked. His gaze soon lifting to eye the skeletal remains. "Indeed they do have strong leadership. Yet, it was not the Rebellion that ended Thrawn's life." Pellaeon blinked, his expression showing his confusion.
"Admiral Pellaeon. I have seen many rebellions before. Many of them against my own people. But they all meet the same fate. Defeat. But the fighter that ended Thrawn's life, was not part of the Rebellion. No, there's a second Rebellion rising, one that if left alone, will grow to threaten the Empire." Pellaeon eyed the rest of the objects within the office. On a nearby shelf, sat a Sith holocron. The pyramid shaped object glowing brightly. The gold outlines with red casing standing out against the dull grey walls of the room.
On a stand nearby, stood a rectangular shaped hilt. A small guard sitting around a small slit gap. Pellaeon blinked, turning his gaze to focus on the skeletal remains. Doom's gaze eyeing the remains closely. "This race of beings, vast in number, yet, they offer little to no challenge." Pellaeon blinked. "Grand Admiral?" Doom turned, walking forward. "You wish to know about that race Admiral Pellaeon. Do not fear, in time, you shall discover all there is about what lies beyond the galaxy. What threat slowly advancing towards us. He, was but a scout. Sent to discover how strong my kind are."
Pellaeon bit his lower lip. His gaze returning to the helmet on the desk. "Intriguing, isn't it. Just how many different objects I have managed to gather over my time in the known galaxy. Never the less, they all serve as memory of an old ally or foe." Pellaeon's breathing slowly sped up. He wasn't sure how to take these words. "And the rebels?" Doom smirked. "Admiral Pellaeon. This new Rebellion, it is of Mandalorian origin. And, I have a sinking feeling of who it's founder is."
Pellaeon thought long and hard. "The Mandalorian girl?" Doom narrowed his eyes. "A good guess. But she is but a part of this old Rebellion. No, I suspect this leader is a survivor of The Jedi purge." Pellaeon blinked. His gaze faltering as he thought long and hard. "I, I don't understand. It shouldn't be possible for him to survive." Doom relaxed back into his chair. Bringing up a hologram of Mandalore. "No, it shouldn't be possible, but his family line has pulled the impossible before. He has defied all expectations. Time and time again, he has beaten he Empire with little to no effort." Pellaeon opened his mouth to speak. Doom's gaze softened before interrupting him. "Admiral Pellaeon, take a small force and bring me Sabine Wren. Draw her out. Head to Krownest. Contact the Rebellion, and threaten Clan Wren." Pellaeon shifted in worry. "And if she refuses to come?" Doom's mouth grew into a smirk. "Mandalorians are known for having strong family ties. She will come, and when she does, you will demand her surrender." Pellaeon nodded. Turning on his heel, he left.
Doom watched before contacting The Devastator. The image of it's Admiral appeared. "Grand Admiral." Doom's gaze focused upon him. "Admiral Piett, I wish to talk to Lord Vader in private" Piett nodded. Turning round, he left the image. Doom sat, waiting for Vader to appear.
The breathing of Vader soon appeared. "Grand Admiral Doom." Doom's gaze remained focused upon Vader. "Lord Vader. I suspect Padawn Bridger has survived Order 66." Vader's gaze faltered "If that is so, then he will lead us to Obi Wan Kenobi." Doom brought his fist up to his chin. His elbows resting upon the desk. "You seem to believe that he died?" Vader's gaze remained focused on Doom. "He would not have survived the purge. No padawn would have." Doom's smirk widen. "Yet the padawn learner of Jedi master Depa Billaba lives on. No, Ezra Bridger's family has done the impossible before. His ancestor was believe dead 4000 years ago. Yet that wasn't the case."
Vader remained silent. The silence becoming tense. "Then draw him out, bring him to me." Doom's gaze hardened. "I will bring him to you, when his purpose to me has been... exhausted." Vader's gaze remained hard. "If you fail to obey my orders. You will feel the power of the Darkside." Doom's left eyebrow raised in amusement. "No matter how many times you use that threat upon me. It will never work. I have seen the Darksides full power once before. And you are nowhere near as powerful as the Sith of the old." Vader cut the transmission. Doom smirked. His eyes landing upon the helmet of Revan. 'My old friend, you always were unique.'
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More hints at Doom's past. His race has been hinted at. And more amusement at the threats Vader gives him.
Hint's at an extra galactic threat. Legend fans will most likely get a few hints at what it is.
Doom notes that he's seen many different rebellions before. Drawing on as to why he saw their tactics last chapter being so genuine. He also hints at how strong his kind are to have dealt with these mentioned rebellions
Hints as to why Doom was somewhat angry at this Mandalorian. He also makes hints of some sort of rivalry or war with the Chiss.
Doom's office is full of objects or artefacts from before the Galactic Republic
-Darth Malgus's Lightsaber
-Revan's Helmet
-A Sith holocron
-The invaders bones
-The invaders armour
-The invaders weapon
-The hilt of a Lightsaber
Doom makes hints at Ezra's origins
Doom makes mention of the Old Republic era
Hints at Doom knowing who Vader is a given. The fact that when he talks with Imperial officers, he mentions the Jedi Purge, where as when he was with Vader, he mentions it as Order 66.
Evidence to support that Doom is force sensitive is provided in that he acknowledged Pellaeon's presence before he said anything.
Hints that Pellaeon knew Ezra in person are given.